Chapter 49 Chapter 49 Chapter 49 Mo Shiyu is now...

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This posture was very demanding on waist strength. Mo Shiyu felt a little tired after maintaining it for just a short while. He didn't care. He supported himself on the leather seat beside Gin's head with one hand and tucked his hair behind his ear with the other hand. His long legs were bent under the slightly swaying hem of his black trench coat.

He lowered his head, and his slightly choked breathing mixed with laughter sprayed on Gin's ear in revenge, warm and ambiguous.

"I want to be more vigilant, but Gin, forgive me for being too familiar with you."

Valentin's actions were intimate, his words were lingering, but he only touched upon them briefly. He was restrained and seductive, like a spoiled cat. There was a hint of sarcasm in Gin's tone.

"You're the best at making excuses."

"I'm sincere. Damn it," Mo Shiyu grumbled. "If God could change your damned suspicion, I would thank him sincerely."

Gin calmly replied, "You've got the wrong god, Chinese."

"Well, what about the God of Wealth?"

At this moment, there were suddenly footsteps outside, and the two of them fell silent strangely and tacitly.

Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes and looked at the silver-haired killer below him. The latter did not move, but only looked up at him with his eyes half-raised.

I have to say, this scene is so rare that it makes people's bones itch.

Mo Shiyu patiently raised and lowered his fingers, suppressing the thought of rebellion with great difficulty.

I have to say, the quiet inside of the car at this moment, coupled with the voices outside and the small and cramped compartment, was as ambiguous as if a layer of filter was added, as if they were really hiding in the car doing something.

But even if someone opened his car door now, they would only see two neatly dressed adult men in the car... fighting.

Mo Shiyu's confidence comes from Qin Ye's passing favorability of 60 points.

After waiting for a while and seeing that there was no one outside, Mo Shiyu slowly straightened up, rolled over Gin's body, and returned to the driver's seat.

He leaned his head back against the back of the chair, his left fingers groping on his right hand for a moment, then with a sudden force, he snapped the dislocated thumb joint of his right hand back into place, and exhaled slowly, "Where are you going?"

Gin opened the car door, glanced at the surveillance camera, then retracted his gaze and sat in the passenger seat. He calmly straightened his disheveled collar and tilted his hat. His green eyes beneath his silver hair were calm and collected. "Let's go to the base. The results of the A04 series experiment are out."

"A04?" Mo Shiyu frowned subconsciously, his eyes filled with resistance and disgust, "Those guys haven't gone to hell yet?"

Gin glanced at him and said, "Unfortunately, no."

The A04 series of experiments aims to develop the limits of human potential. Mo Shiyu once went to see it. After he returned, he couldn't eat for a week and wanted to vomit when he saw a piece of meat.

This feeling was similar to killing someone, but also different, because it was even more disgusting. Those strangely shaped, wailing aliens lying on the experimental table were a real test of one's sanity, not to mention that they were all human before.

This inhumane experimental method disgusted Mo Shiyu to the core, but human life has never been worth much in the organization.

Yes, that's right, disregarding life is politically correct in the organization.

By the way, the project the doctor is in charge of is the B01 series, which is not as important as the A series. The main focus is the research and development of special weapons. Mo Shiyu's black rope was obtained from the doctor's laboratory and is now wrapped around his wrist.

The things he recalled together made Mo Shiyu's eyes cold and icy, and then he smiled again.

The action team and the research institute pretended to be on good terms, but in fact they disliked each other. The scientists thought the killers with blood on their hands were rude and brainless, while the killers thought the scientists were just eating out with the sky-high project funds without any results and were looking down on others all day long, as if they were taller than them - in short, there were quite a lot of minor frictions behind the scenes.

Mo Shiyu's hatred was undisguised. "Can I drag a few of them to hell?"

"This is an open academic exchange." Gin refused coldly, "Killing someone means you won't have a year off."

“…”You are so cruel.

***

When Mo Shiyu walked into the research institute, he was surrounded by guys in white coats, gathered in groups of three or four. There were also quite a few guys in black, all of whom were senior executives from other departments who came to visit.

Although their clothes were different, they all had similar hypocritical smiles on their faces.

It seems like they are celebrating by toasting each other.

Although most of the organization's industries are involved in organized crime, it is essentially a technology-based enterprise. Regardless of whether the top management can understand or not, they will basically come to take a look at the major breakthroughs in such large-scale project experiments.

There were no more than 50 people present, and it could be said that most of the entire organization was gathered here.

Almost the moment Mo Shiyu and Gin walked in, several eyes turned over here. After seeing the tall smoky gray figure, they all froze for a moment. There were also several white strangers who looked tired and frightened after taking a look. Their pale faces that had not been exposed to the sun for a long time were stained with a sickly blush.

"Oh my God, who is that?" someone murmured. "Is it an elf?"

"Elf? That's not an elf," a senior researcher at the research institute laughed at his fixed gaze. "That's a succubus that bewitches people, a siren that seduces people into depravity."

"You haven't met him? He's a precious treasure of the organization, but unfortunately he's guarded by a dragon."

"Evil dragon...?" Even though he knew that his current action was very rude, the white man was reluctant to look away until the gray-haired young man over there looked over here and gave him a half-smile.

At that moment, he felt the blood rushing to his body and subconsciously smiled back ingratiatingly.

But the young man had already withdrawn his gaze, curled his lips coldly and mockingly, and never looked over again.

That slutty Whore… The white man clenched his teeth, his eyes darkening with thoughts of sadomasochism. “He’s wrapped up so tightly. Exclusivity is not a virtue.”

The man shrugged. "Go debate with the rude fellow."

Because everyone hadn't arrived yet, they all waited for a while in a place similar to a lecture hall. Mo Shiyu leaned against the wall calmly, grabbed a piece of cake from the table next to him and ate it, yawning, "Ah, if only there was a bomb here."

Blow these guys in white coats to the sky.

Gin didn't say anything. He knew that Valentine had always hated the laboratory, so he didn't stop his dark muttering.

However, it was quite pleasing to see them staring at each other with eager eyes but helpless. Mo Shiyu looked at the strange face that was obsessed to the extreme, and there was a morbid malice in his eyes.

"That's the head of the French Institute."

A hoarse and pleasant female voice came from behind. Mo Shiyu turned around and saw the blonde Vermouth. She looked at the strange white man who was particularly conspicuous under the suppressed gaze of the crowd, and whispered to him like a whisper between lovers.

"He's usually as proud as a peacock, but I bet if you call him, he'll kneel at your feet and act like a lapdog."

Mo Shiyu smiled faintly, "If he's willing to break his limbs, grind down his fangs, and kneel before me, I might reluctantly scratch his chin."

“Hehe…” Vermouth let out a low laugh, “Baby, I will always love your cruel look.”

Just then, Mo Shiyu noticed a lonely, petite figure sitting with her head down in the corner of the living room.

From behind, with brown hair, he looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old.

"That's..." Mo Shiyu tightened his fingers and murmured softly.

Vermouth took a look and said in a cold voice, "That's Shirley. The daughter of the 'Fallen Angel' who is in charge of the A01 series of experiments." She smiled. "What a filial child, she has taken on her parents' great cause at such a young age. I wonder if she will have the same ending."

Mo Shiyu, who heard the sarcasm and resentment, said, "..."

No, no, no, we must stop talking about this in front of Vermouth.

Soon, almost everyone was there.

The chief took them to the underground laboratory.

Mo Shiyu followed the others, took off his coat, disinfected it, and put on the white coat that had been prepared.

"White suits you very well." A strange English voice with an accent came from the side. "It reminds me of the sky over Lake Como last year."

It's the Frenchman.

Mo Shiyu looked at him, "Is this a compliment?"

"Yes." The man nodded politely. "Excuse me, I'm Timothy Zhenteng."

He pulled up the camera on his phone and showed it to Mo Shiyu.

The deep blue lake under the Alps. The weather was not very good when the photo was taken. There was a light gray mist against the endless sky.

Mo Shiyu smiled and said, "I'm Valentine."

"Since ancient times, the line between ordinary people and those with special abilities has been blurred. Countless people have toiled tirelessly on this path, yet have made no progress. They could only attribute the stimulation of special abilities to uncontrollable factors such as the soul and psychology. However, our experiment has broken through all these obstacles and is a great milestone in the history of human evolution."

The person in charge of the experiment started to introduce himself with pride. He pressed a button and the black glass behind him became transparent. The scene inside made everyone open their eyes wide. In this sealed room, there was flames rising into the sky and spreading everywhere. It was beautiful and dangerous, and made everyone's face red.

Looking again, they saw that the source of the flames was a deformed monster covered in pustules. He was tied to an upright laboratory table and could not move. The pustules were burned by the flames, cracked and spurted out pus, which quickly dried up and formed sticky marks. He was naked and his skin was purple-red, but the outline of his limbs and body could be vaguely seen.

In front of the monster's painful and numb eyes, the general manager spread out one hand flat and spoke in a high-pitched and enthusiastic voice.

"Superpowers are viruses," he said. "We've developed a superpower virus. Once infected, you can awaken superpowers. And the virus is curable."

He pressed the switch, and a pink gas emanated from the room. The monster shed its skin at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the pustules fell off, revealing the appearance of a normal human underneath.

"Reversible awakening. What a beautiful word."

There was a burst of exclamations and noises one after another.